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Observations on life by a sleep deprived mom, writer, and amateur paparazzi of my neurodiverse ASD family.

Category: cosleeping

Pillow Power

We’re pillow people. Correction, the kids and I are pillow people. My husband is not. He’s one of those folks that could sleep on a bare floor with a block under his head. I, on the other hand, am not such a person. As tough as I might be in other areas of my life… Read More Pillow Power

August 25, 2017August 25, 2017 Barbara KelsoLeave a comment

Grasping at water. 

​This is the closest I’ll ever be to you. I remember laying on my side, rubbing my planetary belly, looking out the window into the night sky, speaking to Nora in my womb. It was the closest she would ever be to me physically yet, even then, separate and unfathomable. Her own heart pattering away,… Read More Grasping at water. 

April 30, 2017April 30, 2017 Barbara KelsoLeave a comment

Have fun with yourself!

“Have fun at school today.” “OK, mama, have fun with yourself.” “OK, honey – WHAT?!” That was two years ago that I had that exchange with Nora. From early on her literal interpretations of common phrases and sayings has had me in fits, elicited serious misgivings, and inspired epiphanies about the English language. It’s hard… Read More Have fun with yourself!

April 2, 2017 Barbara KelsoLeave a comment

Am I as bad at this as I sound?

The question came to me again. Am I as bad at this as I sound? I read through a comment on a past post that was meant to be flattering but thanked me for sucking at this thing called “parenting”.   My original intention for this blog, much like parenting, was to create something for… Read More Am I as bad at this as I sound?

January 2, 2017January 2, 2017 Barbara KelsoLeave a comment

My boobs: a love-hate relationship

​I’m so top heavy I can’t lay on my back without suffocating or creating armrests in my armpits.  My cleavage seems to start at my chin. (This is my super flattering selfie to illustrate.) Running feels like parts of my body are being ripped off by unseen forces. When I have to chase after my… Read More My boobs: a love-hate relationship

July 15, 2016July 15, 2016 Barbara KelsoLeave a comment

2 years and 4.9 years

It’s the small moments of letting go that are the closest I come to feeling like maybe I have this mom-thing figured out for once. It’s the moment when Owen climbs into bed and blankets my head with his body and I chuckle in rare, surrendered delight instead of annoyance at being awoken yet again throughout… Read More 2 years and 4.9 years

February 2, 2016February 2, 2016 Barbara Kelso

Childbirth, motherhood, and other torture

Owen had three procedures to fix his posterior tongue tie beginning at two weeks, I was a complete mess struggling to manually express milk into his mouth while he attacked my boobs like a rabid animal, recovering from an unplanned c-section and traumatic birth, trying to recover from bronchitis and an ear infection at three… Read More Childbirth, motherhood, and other torture

January 25, 2016January 5, 2016 Barbara Kelso

Parenting hacks for whackadoos: Part 2

– A soap container for carrying crayons. – Baby food pouch caps can’t be recycled but you can reuse them. They make great necklaces and holiday garland. – Color coded laundry clips from the Dollar Store for each person’s towel in the bathroom to avoid sharing germs. – A couple drops of tea tree oil… Read More Parenting hacks for whackadoos: Part 2

January 18, 2016January 5, 2016 Barbara Kelso

RSVP already, don’t be an a$$hole

How do you explain in a way to an almost five year old, and an almost two year old, that people are assholes without saying “assholes”? How do you ease the hurt of being stood up at your own party? How do you explain the rejection from a friend? It’s hard not to think back… Read More RSVP already, don’t be an a$$hole

January 15, 2016January 5, 2016 Barbara Kelso

Friends, cat vomit, and insomnia

Trust me, they’re all related to one another. I couldn’t sleep, my ears were itching, my throat was raw and dry, and I couldn’t get comfortable. Goddamn kid germs had taken hold. It was 1:04 a.m., I had the bed to myself so I could ostensibly “rest” but still no sleep. Two benadryl, L-Tryptophan, melatonin,… Read More Friends, cat vomit, and insomnia

January 14, 2016January 14, 2016 Barbara Kelso

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